This moment, the silence in the carriage was deafening.
"Benefactor Wen, the largest mansion in Wenzhou City, that isn't yours, is it?"
Wen Baohua nodded his head in grief.
"Taoist priest, to tell you the truth, that is indeed my mansion!"
At this moment, Wen Baohua felt like he was going to cry.
Good news: He had encountered a high being on the roadside, a messenger of the Mountain God, no less.
Bad news: That messenger was set to burn down his house!
"Taoist priest, is there any way you could not burn down my house?"
Zhang San shook his head, his expression grave as he said, "The command of the Mountain God, how can I defy it? Moreover, if I truly defied it, I fear the punishment the Mountain God sends next would only be more severe."
Hearing this, Wen Baohua's face twisted into a bitter expression.
Zhang San pondered for a moment, looking at the agony on Wen Baohua's face, and felt that his emotions should be about stirred enough by now.